She Loves Me She Loves Me Not

She loves me she loves me not... Just my luck that when juiced a lad din grammar school, aye own every rhyme and reason tubby mad every friggin time boyhood fingers plucked petals off flowered daisy... just as well, a relief and more than glad tomb hiss out on doing the wild thang and be'n totally tube yule lore lee baad yea, how boring squirreled away voraciously reading 'bout some cad oh my dog...I too could write story "FAKE" steamy extramarital liaison add chocolate flavored Glynnis (Msgeegee), whereby celibate chap goes stir crazy - egad yours truly drives back to her pad within sketchy part of West Philadelphia starring as chief protagonist none other then... yupper this dad until caught with pants down (figuratively) thine missus both angry at me and sad I immediately unapologetic longed to gad about even jetting setting off to Vlad divest stock to escape wrath cull bile daily spewed phlegm at me - wad off by bajillion miles wife got poor aim cruel colorful epithets coarse expletives had filled beyond capacity to resist or tolerate hence, yours truly sought to skad had dude dull married life awkward fit analogous, incongruous, perilous why dead men don't wear plaid they make no bones about nor act self flesh deathly quiet oblivious toward latest fad mouldering into dust whereby gravesites sprout weeds mother nature's couture clad eroded tombstone disintegrating vanishing without trace unremembered story... unlike Odyssey and Illiad.